Hi guys! Today I'm gonna post something different from the usual, a poem, and not just a poem, but one by Lord Byron! He's one of my idols, I love his poems and everything he's done in his life. He's an inspiration for me. It's gonna be "Lines inscribed upon a Cup Formed from a Skull", one of my favourites. Oh, and by the way, I've just moved to a house at the suburbium, far away from town. When my new room get more organized and decorated I'll post some pictures of it! And now, the poem:
Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull
by Lord Byron
Start not—nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up—thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood,
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of gods than reptile's food.
Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others' let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?
Quaff while thou canst; another race,
When thou and thine like me are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.
Why not—since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce?
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs to be of use.
I think this is a beautiful poem, I love it. Which goth wouldn't like it? And by the way, which goth wouldn't like to marry Lord Byron? lol Well, I don't know about you, but I would <3